~ Fiction & Poetry

“Tomorrow”

Bringing the bottle to my lips I recall many fantasies
drinking them down with the night
releasing them to surge through my blood
and I enter a world where fantasies have no weight
only the crumbled and fragmented urge of distilled hopes
fermented like the whiskey, bled like the disease of falsity
I know it is time to be real
but this is not to say I can't be hopeful
rather it is this time to diminish the voices which hold me back
and open my mind to the whispers which instruct me to embark
I bring the bottle to my lips again
breeching the moment while I come to an understanding
this is not the way to go about it
but at least it gives me pause to think
a moment of reprieve and the will to accept
tomorrow is yet to come
and tomorrow, regardless of all else
is always a new today

Love this!
Yes, tomorrow is a new today…but this very very moment is another opportunity to make it the best moment.
Voices in our heads are so loud – the voices of our Goblins (been reading a book called the Map and it talks about our wounded ego as the Goblins) and Chatter boxes (another character from the same book) are so loud..they drown out the gentle whispers of our wise self…
There is this song I had once..it said “God isn’t silent, we aren’t listening” which is true. God / Spirit / our Divine Inner Self….it’s voice is not loud..it doesn’t try and force our attention…it’s soft, gentle and persistent ..well till the Universe decides to throw the damn brick wall at us..hehe

Yeah you always get it. This poem is optimistic, but there’s that whole thing that we do: tomorrow, I’ll do it tomorrow, I’ll start tomorrow. And yet every tomorrow is a new today, so some today it has to be done. Did that get confusing? So yeah the process of battling against ourselves, the wrong voices, and it is the whispers with the right idea that get louder when we pay attention ;)

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Originally posted on SageDoyle: Here is part 4 of the story written by myself and Art at Pouring My Art Out Part 4 was written by me. To read the story in its entirety, you can go to the page I created which has all the parts pieced together for you to make it simpler.…